• Nathan •

Hello dear readers! So for this post, it’s obviously aimed for a specific audience! It was definitely self indulgent, and I hope I can provide something nice and some comfort to my fellow trans male readers! Please do enjoy this set <3

Lucifer

When he had first met you, he misgendered you on accident. You had politely explained to him that you were a male, and he honestly didn't question it, immediately apologizing to you and fixing his words. It wasn't until you both had gotten closer that you felt the need to explain when he found a binder of yours laying on your bed after laundry day.

He wasn't too surprised. Not that he fully understood what being trans meant, but he had seen a few demons express themselves in such a way that went against the gender norms, and he wondered briefly if maybe they were trans as well without knowing it. While he had many questions, he decided to leave them for another time in favor of telling you that he sees no problem with it and that he has looked at you as the man you were since the day you corrected him.

He often offers to help clean your binders by hand so they don't get ruined otherwise, as well as reminds you when to take it off if it's gotten too late. He wants to make sure you aren't harming yourself any. He always encouraged you to at least give yourself a breather when you were in his room, as he would not see you any differently with or without your binder on.

There was one memorable day you shared, you had overheard a few nosy demons murmuring about you in the hall. Harsh words that you've heard before, but words that stung just a bit more when Lucifer's name got thrown in the conversation. A new fear came along with the already existing dread of your identity: what did it look like to stand beside Lucifer like this?

He had noticed you unfocused at his desk, staring at your assignment and mindlessly messing with the pen in your hand. He went over and placed a hand at your shoulder, watching your face twist in discomfort. Your words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"Aren't you embarrassed being with someone like me?" Lucifer had froze above you, looking down at you with shock.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to be with a real man, or woman. I-I'm not not ruining your image, am I?" Your voice had become small, and he could hear the strain in it as you clearly forced yourself to stay composed. He merely shook his head, getting to your level before pulling you in a tight hug against his chest.

"You are a real man, my dear. I feel nothing but pride when having you by my side." He brushed the short strands of hair at your ear, leaning in close so you could hear him better.

"Never doubt yourself over such thoughts again, I've never wanted anyone as I've wanted you."

Mammon

At first, he honestly thought you were into cross dressing. Not that he really cared, he's seen his brother do it before, so it wasn't a big deal if that was the case. And you pulled it off quite well! But he soon realized he was wrong when you gave him a glare at his accusations, explaining that you were actually transgender. The poor guy, had absolutely no idea what you meant. He was given a detailed explanation by Lucifer, and was instructed to apologize to you immediately.

He found you sitting alone, gathering your things while awkwardly coming to greet you. Being the mess that he was, his apology was all over the place, but you couldn't help but smile at his words. A jumbled mess of "I-I didn't know you were a dude, my bad!" Leading to "I don't care what ya are, why do I gotta babysit?!" You fell into place beside him quickly after, forgetting your initial annoyance with him.

Now, he got defensive whenever someone threw out the wrong word. You'd be the one to tell him it wasn't a big deal, but he'll never forget the look you gave him when he got it wrong. Although he can't relate to you, he's not stupid enough to not notice how much it affects you. How could he not notice? The way you stare at your body in every passing mirror, the way your voice flattens when it sounds a bit high compared to everyone else, even the way he caught you once on your bedroom floor, sorting your clothes as tears stained your sad red eyes.

He quickly made his way to you, shutting your bedroom door behind him and crouching on the floor to meet your face. Your eyes flickered up to his, before turning back down as you quickly wiped at your nose. You couldn't possibly feign this while he was sat right in front of you. You had the urge to bury your face into shirt you were currently folding.

"Why? What happened?" He asked, and when you ignored his question, he released your grip from the shirt and peered closer at you.

"I said, what happened. Don't ignore me." The stern tone in his voice was not one you heard often. It caused more tears to fall down your cheeks.

"N-None of this looks good on me... I'm t-tired of looking this way..." You wiped at your eyes, trying to ignore the way your voice broke and how high it was. Mammon wasn't the best at comforting, but if there was one thing he hated, it was seeing you cry. Absolutely soul crushing. He pat his hands onto his knees, beginning to pull you up with him by your arms.

"Alright, I got the problem. New clothes, right?" When you stared at him with bewilderment, he just smiled. He used the bare skin of the back of his hand to wipe under eyes, pinching your cheeks to stop your frown.

"What? If you don't like any of my clothes I'll buy ya some new stuff. So stop cryin' already, babe. Please..." He made sure the tears stopped before your shopping date.

Leviathan

Levi knew the minute you told him that you were trans. He has heard the term before somewhere on the internet, and immediately accepted you and treated you respectfully. He even asked you to be his "Henry", and started comparing you to more male characters that reminded him of you to see you smile. If you were having a bad dysphoria day, it was cuddles on the beanbag all day wrapped up in one of his large Ruri hoodies.

Levi was someone who seemed to be very comfortable with his masculinity, and you noticed this through his cosplays and behavior at times. If you expressed how much you wanted to be comfortable with yourself in the same way, he would help you by taking it slow. He invites you to get your nails painted with Asmo, to cosplay a female with him (mainly Ruri), or even shows you how to main females in the various games he plays. He never forgets to remind you that he never sees you as less of a man when you do so.

On a particularly bad day, you stood right in front of his bathroom mirror, eyeing the curves on your body as you covered your chest with a towel. You couldn't hide the sadness in your frown, just looking at your body sometimes made you feel sick. There was a light knock at the door, and you invited Levi to join you inside. He went red at first glance, but his surprise faltered when he noticed the look on your face.

"M-Mc? What's wrong?" He stood a small distance from you, not wanting to invade your privacy. You shrugged your shoulders, looking down at the binding tape on the counter and clutching the towel more tightly.

"Just stared at my chest too long again, no biggie...." There was a small silence, but you soon felt a nervous pair of arms embrace you from behind, pulling you flush against Levi's chest. In moments like these, where you felt the worst about yourself, he managed to find ways to make you feel otherwise.

"I can help... with the tape." He started, his chin resting atop your head. You could see the unwavering blush on his cheeks as he looked back at you in the mirror.

"O-Only if you want me too! I can leave if not." The tight hold at your waist told you he really didn't want to leave, nor did you mind. In fact, you felt it was a rather sweet gesture. And you trusted Levi more than anyone.

"Yeah, I want you to." So he did just that, listening to your instructions on how to properly wrap your chest, his gaze avoiding yours as much as it could. You wanted to laugh, he was clearly a bit embarrassed, but he was trying his best. When he was done, he asked if it was too tight for you, but he actually managed to wrap it quite snug.

"Thanks, sweetheart." You gave him a kiss in thanks on the lips, and that stupid smile of his that made your heart flutter appeared. It's hard to feel so bad about yourself when he looks at you that way, so full of love.

Satan

Satan had actually learned the term in a book he read. He was quite fascinated with the character and learning their internal struggles, so the first thing he felt for you when you told him was concern. He often asked what made you comfortable and what didn't, and adjusted himself so. He made sure everyone else did the same, at least among his brothers, and payed close attention to any other demons surrounding you. He was the first to correct anyone to misgender you and always apologized on everyone else's behalf.

When you two had gotten much closer, you sat him down and explained that it was okay for him to be less serious on the subject. That you were able to handle yourself against the words of lesser demons. You considered yourself to be quite confident, and he truly admired you for such. So he did as you asked, giving you some air and watching as you held your own against any gossip or awkward stares. It was child's play to you, you didn't care how anyone saw you, as long as you knew who you were yourself.

Like his brother, he would compare you to male characters he really likes. You two often make small jokes with each other, like saying "I guess that makes you gay now." It was an automatic joke, and you shut your mouth after saying it in fear that it would rub him the wrong way. To your surprise though, he just laughed. His smile was wide as he turned the next page of his current book, his light chuckles fading.

"Yeah, I suppose it does, doesn't it?" That's weird. You had previously very rarely ever felt self conscious beside Satan, but for some reason, that joke had you freeze up in your spot. You felt yourself become nervous, rubbing your palms onto your pants to wipe away oncoming sweat. Your eyes met Satan's, worry flashing as you gave him a small smile.

"S-Sorry! I was kidding, just a stupid joke...." To save from humiliation, you picked up a nearby book, trying to forget what had just happened. Why did you feel that way? Was there secretly a part of you that believed Satan didn't love you as much as he said he did? Because you were a trans man? Was that the problem? Girls were never a problem before, but would he have preferred one? How could you just say he was gay now, even if you were joking? Well, there goes your mind again, thinking a mile per minute.

Satan had long already set down his book, turning to you as you personally crushed your spirit into pieces. You were clearly paying no attention to the book in your hands. He tried calling your name a few times, and when that didn't work, he pulled the book out of your hands, finally gaining your attention.

"Love? Why the sudden look? Did I say something wrong?" Your heart sank at his worried expression. You told him not worry himself over you numerous times, but he still did...

"N-No, I'm sorry. I'm the one who said something wrong, I shouldn't have joked like that. You probably felt uncomfortable." Word vomit, multiple apologies, and Satan was trying to wrap his head around what you had said. That uncertain look in your eyes was not one he'd seen often. He carefully grabbed your hands with both of his, giving you all of his attention.

"Mc, I don't feel any discomfort from your joke. Rather, I thought it was fairly accurate..." When you didn't respond to him, a few things began to click into place. He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, caressing his thumb into the knuckles of your fingers.

"You're a very handsome man Mc, and I feel lucky to be the one you want by your side. I believe that since we are both males, that constitutes for a homosexual relationship, does it not?" There he goes again, pulling out the specifics. You couldn't help but laugh at his serious demeanor. How could you worry yourself so much over a joke like this?

"Yeah, I guess that does make you pretty gay."

Asmodeus

Not only has Asmo learned what being trans meant from Solomon, but he had met many demons that expressed themselves as such as well. It was simple knowledge to him, so he didn't bat an eye when you explained yourself to him. He apologized swiftly before correcting himself and changing absolutely nothing with his advances towards you.

Getting close to Asmo was rather easy, and before long you two had become an item. And truly, it was hard to be insecure about yourself around Asmo. He praised your body like it was a well built sculpture, said your voice was close to heavenly and reminded him of the angels that used to sing to him. Your skin was as smooth as silk sheets and he just wants to sink into it until- well, you get the idea. The compliments were never on hold.

But you did manage to get a bit in the dumps when his small groups of fans came into the picture. They were primarily made up of women, unsurprisingly. That may have been what stung you the most. Deep down you knew Asmo probably didn't have a solid preference, but you wondered if he'd rather have imagined himself with a woman.

You were checking yourself in the mirror, you had slipped on something a little more on the feminine side. It was something from Asmo's closet, and you couldn't help but cringe. You wanted so badly to like it, maybe he would like it too. But instead you just felt miserable.

Asmo had entered the room with his loud greeting, quickly spotting you in the corner as you went stiff in your spot. He eyes you up and down, gasping in small surprise. Your shoulders hung low, and you could feel yourself getting smaller.

"I-Is it weird?" The look on your face showed that you didn't like it, and Asmo immediately caught on to the fact. He went in front of you to place his fingers at your chin, frowning at your frustration.

"Hon, if you don't like it that much, why did you put it on?" You couldn't look away, as he sternly kept you in place, looking at him. When you sighed in defeat, you began moving to undress.

"I don't know. I thought you would probably like this look on me more...."

"Oh no- Mc why would you think that?" He helped you remove your arms through the sleeves, setting the top aside before turning his attention back to you.

"I'm a little afraid.... That you might not like me because of who I am?" You spoke quietly, and he studied your features for a minute.

"Because you're not a girl?" You nodded stiffly, he placed a kiss between the furrow of your brows, pulling back with a small smile.

"I don't care what you are hon, I love you dearly." He gave you another kiss, on the lips this time.

"But please, you are much more sexy in your own clothes rather than mine." At this point, you should have known how head over heels he was for your masculine look. Maybe someday you'd get it.

Beelzebub

Beel had actually believed you were cis from the beginning. Sure, maybe your voice was a bit higher, your height much smaller than the rest of them, and your build not as big. But you passed very well, and he didn't think anything of it, because some guys were just built like that. So he was rather surprised when you explained that you were trans.

He was definitely confused, and had many questions on the matter. He asked why it had to be that way? Why weren't you able to change to the gender you wanted to be? And why did people make such a big deal out of it? At the end of the day, he reminded you that he saw you for what you were, another man surrounded by demon men. Lucky you.

He was extremely supportive when you needed him to be, offering snacks to cheer you up on the bad days, bringing you to his workout sessions if you wanted to gain some muscle. You had excitedly run up to him one day, exclaiming how happy you were to be able to get testosterone.

Of course, you had to explain what that was too. But when he saw the big smile on your face, he couldn't help but cheer along with you. You had asked him in private if he would be willing to help you with your shots, to which he immediately agreed to. But when it came down to it, he was awfully nervous of hurting you. You watched as he shakily brought the needle up to your skin.

"It won't hurt you too bad, right?" He asked, hesitant to make another move. You laughed, giving him a reassuring nod.

"It won't hurt, and it will make me happy when I'm done." You patted your thigh in urgency, and his face cringed. He carefully injected the needle into your thigh, making sure to give it a wipe when he was finished. He looked up at you hurriedly in case of any discomfort. He was relieved to find you completely fine.

"Mc... Don't you get tired of having to do all these things?" He's seen it all with you. The mornings you struggled to slip on your binder, the days you had to correct someone for addressing you the wrong way, he even accompanied you to get your hair cut when it grew too long for your liking.

He truly wondered why you had to try so hard to be yourself, and he felt sad for you. He had rested his hands over your thighs, a defeated look on his features as he thought more about it. You shook your head, cupping his face and getting him to look back up at you.

"I do, but I have to do these things to be comfortable in my own skin." He leaned into your touch, almost placing a kiss at your hand.

"You know you never have to feel uncomfortable around me, right?" Oh, how kind he was...

"Of course I know that."

Belphegor

When he first met you, he was just as clueless as his twin. Except he ended up misgendering you, but offered a simple apology when you corrected him. Maybe you just appeared more on the feminine side, that’s his bad. But then you started explaining all these things about being trans, and he apologized saying he didn’t quite understand.

Not that he didn’t accept you or anything, he just didn’t understand the feeling of not feeling at home in your own skin. He didn’t really get it for a minute, but then he noticed how much you look at yourself. How hard you try to present yourself confidently when you were next to them. How much you had to correct people when they misgendered you.

It started to become frustrating to him. Why did you always have to explain yourself? Couldn’t they see you were just another guy? Was it really that hard to tell? In his eyes you weren’t any different from the rest of them, maybe just a little shorter though…

When he noticed you explaining to another demon classmate of yours, he hurried to your side and started dragging you away by the hand. Your complaints fell on deaf ears, his face twisted in annoyance as he looked back at the demon.

“Belphie? What’s gotten into you?” You managed to tug free before you reached his bedroom door, he turned to you with pouting mug.

“Aren’t you mad?” You looked at him dumbfounded, unsure of how to respond.

“They ask you the same questions everyday. It’s annoying, right? You can get mad.” He crossed his arms at you, waiting for a response. You nervously held onto your arm, surprised at his small outburst. You gave him a smile that you were sure wasn’t all too convincing.

“I-I’m not that mad. I can’t blame others for not understanding, right?” He deadpanned at you, grabbing onto your wrist again and pulling you inside his room. He shut the door with a slam.

“You’re too nice, Mc.” You shrugged at his words, because maybe he was right about that. You could admit to yourself you were a bit annoyed, but there was a good handful of people who understood you too. It wasn’t all bad.

“Just so you know, you can always tell me if you do get mad, or something….” You smiled, letting him lead you to his bed.

“Yeah.”

“…And you’ll never have to explain stuff like that to me either….”

Hello dear readers! I was hoping to get this one out soon! For this set I excluded Beel for the soul reason that I made a separate post of mornings with him here-

I hope these meet to the same standards and that you enjoy these, I was excited to write it for each of them!

Lucifer

Without a doubt, he’s always up and ready early in the morning. He had work to do, events to coordinate along with Diavolo. He was always on a strict schedule. That's why you felt your heart rate immediately pick up when you found him still lying next to you, a tight hold on your waist and deep in sleep.

You knew he didn't like missing important meetings, and that it could make him grouchy. So without a second thought, you hurriedly grabbed onto his shoulder gently rushing him awake. His brows furrowed and he tried to ignore you at first, but slowly his eyes managed to blink open. He looked at you in a confused haze.

"D-Dear- You have a meeting with Dia today. Fifteen minutes." You brought your phone up to show him the time, and suddenly he was pushing himself up. He rubbed the bridge of his nose for a second, slight dizziness overcoming him. Being the good lover you were, you got up yourself to help get him ready.

He took some time in the restroom, dressing himself and brushing at his teeth while you got his paperwork together. He had a file he took with him to every meeting, so you made sure he had everything he needed in there. You placed a pen at the top of the file, setting everything neatly for him to grab.

When he exited the bathroom, he still looked in a rush. He went over to the desk, barely smiling while thanking you as he reached for the file. You stopped him for a second, holding in your laughter as he stared at you in confusion.

"It's alright, you won't be late. Let me help you with this." He paused as you moved your hands to his chest. He had forgotten a few buttons on his uniform, so you fixed it up for him. Even patting him down to smooth out the wrinkles. You fixed the small drape over his shoulder. He just finally let out a bigger smile, letting you tidy him up before grabbing his things.

"Thank you. I apologize for such a hectic morning. I hope to make it up to you next time." You shook your head, planting a kiss at his cheek before patting his chest again.

"I don't mind hectic mornings. It keeps me from staying in too late." You gave him a cute grin, and he pinched your chin with a bit of a laugh.

"I wouldn't mind a few days in with you." He spoke truthfully, and really, he could use the extra sleep from time to time.

Mammon

Occasionally, you would wake up to the sound of blaring music left by Mammon. It was often rather annoying and left your mornings sour, so you were pleasantly surprised to have found yourself woken up to nothing of the sort. You turned over to your favorite demon fast asleep beside you. He was cute when relaxed, he didn't sleep in often, so it was sort of a rare sight to see.

But there was a despicable part of you that wanted to get him back. For every time he has woken you up so abruptly, and you were no angel. Revenge slowly overtook you as you slid out of his hold, tip toeing away from the bed. You heard him groan when you pulled away from his hold, his hands grabbing at nothing. He grumbled something to himself, and you couldn't help but feel a little bit bad. But you must persist!

You snuck your way over to his speakers, scrolling through your phone over what song to play. Maybe something raunchy, or maybe you'll be nice a play something more soft. You turned to look at Mammon's figure. He was looking for you, his body crawling into your space before he whined, patting the bed in loss. He was slowly beginning to wake up, peeking an eye open and feeling rather disappointed to not find you right next to him. He mumbled out your name, hoping you'd answer him from somewhere, but instead he was startled up by some loud beat coming from his speakers.

His room was drowned in noise as he whipped his head toward the source, finding you standing with your phone in hand, a large grin on your face. His mouth dropped open, his hands going up to cover at his ears and scream at you.

"What do ya think you're doing, Mc?! Turn it off!" You could barely hear him, watching him grit his teeth when all you did was laugh, threatening to turn it up even louder. He said something under his breath, falling back into the bed and stuffing his pillows against his ears. You let the music play on for a bit longer, before finally showing some mercy and turning it down. Besides, if you didn't, you'd get a scolding from Lucifer. And nobody wants to deal with that.

You moved back over to the bed, feeling a wave of satisfaction run over you from giving him a taste of his own medicine. You stood at the edge, hands on your hips as he blinked his eyes open. His grip loosened on the pillows, a frown appearing when he set them down and stared back at you. You shrugged your shoulders, not really feeling bad for what you did.

"Doesn't feel that good when you're the one being woken up, now does it?" You teased, and you could see his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. You wanted to walk off and reward yourself with a morning coffee, but Mammon immediately sprung up to throw his arms around you. A big huff of air left your stomach from being pulled back into the bed, Mammon pushing his face into your back. You grabbed his arm with a smile.

"... Don't leave the bed again." You rubbed your hand over his arm, warming him up with your touch.

"Miss me that much?" He grumbled into your back, his hold getting tighter. Of course he missed you Mc, why would you let him wake up without you in his arms? How cruel....

Leviathan

It was a distant sound that had awoken you first. Well, most of the time you were the first to wake up between you two anyways. You felt yourself warm and snug, the haze leaving your mind as you noticed Levi's face buried into your neck.

He was snoring ever so softly against your skin, and you couldn't help but smile. You brought your hand up to stroke at the ends of his hair, moving down to his neck. He was a bit cold to the touch, and you could feel him lean into you further. His hand that rest on your back had moved under your shirt, finding refuge in the warmth of your skin.

You shifted gently against him, pushing yourself up from your spot. He whined softly, his hold on you getting tighter, but you managed to sit up just a bit, your eyes turning to the tv. The game over screen was on display and had some music repeating itself. You sighed to yourself, realization dawning on you that Levi must have been up most of the night again.

You looked down at him with a frown, noticing the bags under his eyes as he attempted to hide himself against you again. You scooted back down and propped yourself up on an elbow, brushing a few strands of hair from his eyes. You called softly to him, watching his brows furrow at the disruption from his sleep.

"Hun, what time did you sleep last night?" Your thumb traced over his cheek, watching him frown and struggle to gain consciousness as his eyes squinted open. He whined again softly, burying himself against your chest and basking in your warmth.

"I don't know...." You could feel his face heat up against you, now more aware of where his hands were on you. But he didn't move, favoring being close against your body as you raked your fingers through his hair.

"It's not good for you, you know? Sleep is important. You'll worry me." He gave you a soft groan against your chest, turning up so you could at least see his eyes that looked glassy from sleep.

"I'm sorry... I was having a hard time trying to...." You smiled and shushed him, moving your body down to greet him with a small peck on his lips. He blushed at you shyly, and so you gave him another kiss, knowing that's what he wanted even though he wasn't saying it.

"Next time, tell me, ok? We can figure something out together." He gave you a small nod, this time meeting your lips first before going back to his favorite hiding place at your neck. You decided to sleep in with him this once, classes could wait a bit. You pulled the blanket more over his body to keep him warm.

Satan

Satan usually woke up first. It was like he had an internal clock built into him, becoming used to waking up at early hours. His gaze wandered down to the weight on his chest, his eyes smiling at the sight of you. Ahhh, he must have fallen asleep again while reading to you. From the looks of it, you ended up doing the same. You both must have been up quite late.

The last thing he wanted to do was move you, but surely you'd be more comfortable if he did. He shifted your body to the side, watching as your hands searched for him as he did so. He couldn't help the stupid smile that appeared on his face, leaning down to press a small kiss to your cheek.

He wanted to do something nice for you this morning, so he replaced himself with a large cat plush you have gifted him before in your arms. You held it close to your chest, and he wondered if you thought it was him. He quietly excused himself from the room, heading to the kitchen to prepare you a light meal.

You had shown him a few of your human recipes, even gifting him a recipe book. It only took him a few tries to perfect some eggs and bacon, stealing a few bites himself before he went on to make you some coffee. He knew how addicted to caffeine you were, scarily so, but he still made you some regardless. He made his way back to his room with a tray in hand.

Immediately upon reentering, he noticed your figure sitting up in bed. You had sort of pout on your face, the plushie hanging on for dear life at the edge of the bed. He laughed to himself as he shut the door behind him, stepping over a few books and setting the tray down on the bed beside you. He reached over to grab the plushie and stick it right in your lap.

"Why the look, my love? I was only gone for a few minutes." He bent down to give you a good morning kiss, watching the way your frown twitched, trying not to smile. He sat next to you and placed a hand over your covered knee. You placed your hand over his own.

"It's not always fun waking up alone." You muttered, because he was often up doing something before you were. It could get a little lonely. He moved your chin up to look at him, a smile on his face.

"I apologize, but if I don't wake up before you I wouldn't be able to prepare breakfast. Here, you're favorite." He brought the tray closer, handing you your coffee and watching your face light up a bit. You supposed you could forgive him, taking a sip and feeling it warm your throat. You squeezed his hand, placing the plushie now in his lap so you could eat.

"Fine, forgiven for today. You'll have to try again tomorrow."

"Deal."

Asmodeus

Asmo had instructed you time and time again that the only way he'd like to be woken up, was with goodmorning kisses. Everywhere, on his lips, his cheeks, shoulders, take a go at it! Never hold back! And you did so with ease every time. He didn't know a better way to wake up, than in your arms and your lips on his. But now it was his turn, as he watched you slowly cuddle in closer to his chest. He could squeal at how cute you were, but forced himself to stay quiet.

His hands carefully rubbed down your arms, feeling how smooth they were thanks to the lotion he had previously given you. Your skin smelled like something sweet, and it was intoxicating. He breathed in your scent at your neck, dipping in to place small kisses there, moving up to your jaw. He let his hands move down to your waist, his fingers massaging into your skin and hearing a small and tired sound from you. His lips curled into a smile.

His hands dipped a bit lower, moving down your back as he pulled you closer. He didn't have much restraint in him, so he greedily caught your lips in his. It was a slow kiss at the start, but he gradually guided you into a more heated kiss, hearing your soft morning moans in his mouth. He felt your hands latch onto his arms, squirming a bit against him. He prodded your mouth with his tongue, and your eyes shot wide open, stopping his hands from moving lower and laughing breathlessly against his lips. He rolled his eyes playfully in retaliation.

"Hey- where do you think your hands are going? I'm tired from last night, you're too greedy!" You teased him lightheartedly. You didn't really mind a morning make out, but truthfully you were tired from last night. He sighed defeatedly, bringing hands back to your waist and enjoying your hands cupping his face. He gave you a lopsided smile, his bangs falling a bit over his eyes as he stared back at you. His gaze was always full of love, he could never get over how beautiful you were.

"Hon, I can't help it. You're just irresistible." He answered truthfully, his hand coming up to tuck some hair at your ear. You blushed at his comment, your face clearly scrunching up. He laughed, giving your nose a small peck and leaving his face laying close to yours.

"Ah ah, don't make that face now. I know what you're thinking. You should know you will always be the most beautiful person in my eyes, right?" He was stroking your cheek delicately. You gave him a smile, cocking your eyebrow.

"The most beautiful person besides you?" He laughed, a wide smile appearing on his face.

"Of course! I've always been the most beautiful. There's no doubt about that." His arms went to fully hug around your body, pulling you in so he could rest his cheek over the top of your head. You could hear his heart beat against your ear as you were pushed against his bare chest.

"But, lately... I find you taking my top spot. I'm a little jealous~" You blinked in surprise, to hear that coming from Asmo.... But he wasn't that jealous, you had become number one to him before he knew it.

You couldn't see him, but his face was a bright red. Ok, yeah, maybe he was that jealous. But that's Asmo for you!

Belphegor

To think Belphie would ever wake up before you would be a good joke for the ages. Really, he could sleep in all day, for days on end if one let him. You'd usually have to end up dragging him up and with you over to your classes so he didn't get a scolding. That's why it was a rather odd predicament he had found himself in to be staring down at your sleeping figure. He turned over to your alarm that continued to go off, moving over your body to press the stop button. You usually always woke up to it first, not him.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly, groaning at the fact that he had been woken up by such an annoying sound. Why did you need to wake up so early everytime? Classes weren't going anywhere. He flopped back down on his back, staring up at the ceiling and debating if he should just go back to sleep, or be a proper demon for once and actually get himself out of bed. He turned his head to face you again, watching your chest rise and fall in steady rhythm. It was a calming image to him, he could watch you sleep all day. He didn't usually wake up to this, so he wanted to savor the moment.

Belphie curled on his side, facing you with his cheek mushed against his knuckles. He was still a little petty that you were sleeping and he wasn't. He was always a grouch in the morning. His tail curled over his body and reached over to your figure slowly. It started by barely rubbing over your arms, not getting too much of a reaction from you. It trailed its way up, into the dip at your neck. He watched you swat away at nothing, fingers itching at your neck before settling back down onto the bed.

He smiled, letting the end of the tail move over your chin and scratch at you, stirring you only slightly. Then it moved to scratch right under your nose, getting a lot more of a reaction from you. He laughed to himself as he watched you try to push his tail away, but he mercilessly rubbed it in your face. He quickly moved it away when your face scrunched up, and you let out a loud sneeze, making him jolt in surprise. Then he just laughed even more at you, seeing as you have finally woken up and give him a hard glare.

"W-Why would you do that? There wasn't a better way to wake me up?" You pouted out your lips, and he smiled innocently.

"Nope. Your stupid alarm woke me up, this is payback." You rolled your eyes, feeling his tail wrap around your waist. He moved closer to you, rubbing your nose for you as you continued to frown at him. He chuckled softly, a small kiss being placed on your forehead.

“Sorry. I’ll do better next time.” You laughed out your nose. Next time, huh? Yeah right. You knew deep down he wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon ‘next time.’ You pulled his arms over your waist, effectively dragging his body closer for some cuddling. He’d never refuse morning cuddles. He raised an eyebrow when he felt you pull the covers more over his body.

“You have class soon, right?” He was genuinely confused at the smirk you were giving him. You pushed his face into your chest, your hand tangling in his bed head.

This was so lovely to write! I like to imagine that both Mc and the brothers can choose where their pact mark is, so I wanted to make some sweet content of them doing so! Light suggestive themes! (Mainly for Asmo haha) Do enjoy this one, dear readers!

Lucifer

This man was a show off, and you knew that. Having him make a pact with you in the first place felt like a job well done, and you too wanted to show everyone that. You thought of many places it could stand out. Your first choice was having it somewhere on your arms, but you ultimately thought it fitting right in the middle of your collar bone.

It lay on your skin like a fine piece of jewelry, and you almost always wore clothes that dipped low enough at the neck for it to show. His pact mark surprisingly wasn’t the biggest, but you still wore it proudly. And when he first noticed the mark on your skin, those anticipated bedroom eyes is what you had received.

Oh it blew up his ego alright, giving into his sin as he pulled you closer by the waist. His lips traced down to your mark, thumbs caressing into your sides as he gave you praise for your decision. Looks like you made the right move after all. He really couldn’t keep his hands off you when he found out, even a low growl escaping him while your face had gone red.

You’d find him smirking your way whenever you were in front of his brothers or a large group of demons. Most of them were shocked that you had managed to make a pact with him at all, and a few were even jealous. Then, you couldn’t help feeling prideful yourself. It was like you had won the lottery.

Lucifer was a bit more modest with his placement. He was actually the one who chose the inside of his forearm. He was able to cover it up when need be, but in those rare moments where he was shirtless or in shorter sleeves, it was for everyone to see. If he were asked about it, his eyes would meet yours, a burning desire hidden behind them as he explained.

Mammon

Mammon was your first man. He was that guy, and he was oh so special to you. Words couldn't describe the love you felt for the demon. So when it came down to deciding where your pact mark should be, you knew exactly where it would go. Right in the spot on your chest where your heart would be.

You were so excited to show him, leading him into your room with a large grin. You didn't waste time on explanation, beginning to strip yourself from your shirt. He was a stuttering and blushing mess, asking you what the hell you were doing all of a sudden. But then his eyes landed on the pact mark over your chest, and his words died in his throat.

This man could be brought to tears by you, seriously, you had no mercy. He pulled you into a deep hug, burying his face into your neck to hide himself. You brought a hand up to stroke at the hairs near his neck, feeling his body shiver against yours.

That day you comforted an emotional Mammon, the usually bright and rather annoying demon that was now putty in your hands. After letting a few tears out he went on his usual rant of how you of course would have his pact mark there, him being the Great Mammon and all. You fed into his self praise, watching his face light up with joy.

He ended up pulling you away from the brothers one evening into his own room, and you just stared at him confused as he reluctantly moved to unbutton his shirt. You thought he was making a move on you, until he puffed out his chest, presenting you his pact mark that sat in the same exact place. Needless to say, he was now the one comforting you.

Leviathan

Levi was a very hidden demon. He wasn't one to be in the lime light, and he was rather shy at times. That's why you came to the decision that you would be the one to show off for him. And that's how you ended up with having his pact mark over the top of your hand.

It wasn't too big, rather it fit just right. There were two main reasons you chose this spot. One, because you thought it looked sick. You thought you were so cool for having chosen this place. (And you were, go Mc!!) And second, because you knew it would gain much attention. You were able to freely show off the pact you had made with Levi, going into a rant about your beloved demon anytime someone asked.

Of course, he immediately noticed as well. Upon his first time seeing it, he went red in the face, asking you why you chose such a spot. Without missing a beat, you expressed that it was because you loved him so much you had to let everyone know, you had to show off your amazing pact mark with your favorite demon.

His heart would be in his throat in seconds, taking your hand wordlessly and tracing over the mark with a gentle look in his eyes. He even brought your hand up to his lips, giving a ghost of a kiss to your knuckles. Now every so often his hand would wander over to yours, mindlessly tracing over the mark with a smile on his face. He'd end up massaging your hand when you two cuddled as well.

He wasn't as bold as you, but his own pact mark wasn't too far from yours. He had his on the inside of his wrist. Enough for him to cover up with his sleeves, but to also show it off when he so chose to by wearing shorter sleeves. Then it'd be you tracing over his mark, leaning into him with a sickeningly sweet smile on your face.

Satan

You initially had a hard time figuring out where you wanted his mark to be. It was quite large, and long in length. There was only so much places it would fit nicely on your body. You had come to a solution that you thought was quite clever.

The pact mark began on the outside of your calve, the rest of it flowing on both the upper and lower part of your leg. It decorated your skin nicely, like an extra accessory. Sadly, it wouldn’t be noticeable when you wore pants and such (which was often.) But those days you lounged about in shorts, those days when you took a trip to the beach, your mark was definitely the center of attention.

Satan was inlove with the placement you had chose. He thought it looked elegant, you had managed to make his mark look like a piece of art on your body. You would turn only to find a small blush coloring his cheeks, him telling you how much more beautiful you looked in his eyes. His suave comments always left you a bit shy.

He loved cuddling close to you in bed, moving your leg up over his lap to get a good look at the mark. His fingers stroked over it as he read you his current book, and you’d fall into sleep at the soothing touch of his fingers and soft voice. He most definitely took a few pictures of it, staring at the photo like a lovestruck idiot. He’d get embarrassed if you caught him though.

He decided to use the same placement on his own body, but on the opposite leg. He couldn’t think of a more clever spot anyways, and he enjoyed the idea of matching with you. This way, there would be no confusion when others noticed the matching marks on your body. It made him quite cocky, being able to show people that you belonged to each other.

Asmodeus

You knew exactly where Asmo would have wanted his pact mark on your body without him even asking. And admittedly, you were a bit embarrassed at the idea at first. The mark would be stuck on your body forever. But after thinking over how much you cared for this cheeky demon, you gave in.

So, now you have his pact mark set right under your stomach, right above your groin area. It was actually quite pretty, much like Asmo himself. Most people wouldn’t be able to see it though, since you didn’t favor wearing the most revealing clothes around demons freely. But that was ok, because the person who was meant to see it most would definitely be getting an eyeful.

When you shyly lifted up your shirt one night, anticipation growing in your stomach at another slight turn of events, he paused with his mouth agape. A bright blush spread over his face as he looked down at you, his smile twitching, threatening to spread even wider if it could. He was beyond happy at the placement, telling you how perfect you were and how perfect his mark looked on you.

He’d trail down your body with kisses, stopping at your waist band to admire the mark. His nails lightly traced over it, causing you to squirm under his touch, but he held you in place. He made sure to give that area extra attention, kisses and nips being left on your body. You’d end up complaining, saying that he was teasing you.

It was another night where things have managed to go off track, and he stopped your advances on him for just a second to begin stripping himself from the tight confines of his shirt. Your face went red with the implications of the mark being in the exact same place as yours, covering your face in disbelief. He pulled you close, whispering how you now knew that his body belonged only to you.

Beelzebub

You seriously contemplated having his mark over your belly, because it just seemed like the most Beel like spot to place it. But the look of the mark wouldn’t have been too flattering, and you still wanted it to look nice. So you thought out areas that were close to that spot, smiling to yourself when you’ve made your decision.

The mark was now neatly placed on the side of your ribs. Like Lucifer’s, it was surprisingly on the smaller side, but you still thought it added a nice touch to your body. You would admire it in the mirror, your face feeling warm at the idea of Beel seeing it. You would have to show it to him in private, since your clothes would cover it up most of the time.

When you first showed him the mark, he immediately stopped chewing on the granola bar he had in his hand. He went to touch over your skin, your body shivering at the tip of his fingers. A bright smile graced his lips, and he pulled you up on your toes to give you the sweetest kiss he could. What a pleasant surprise this was for him, his mark looked so good on you!

He’d always be happy when you were able to show it off, which would mainly be when you both went on a beach trip. If anyone asked you about it, you’d get red in the face but still proudly exclaimed that it was Beel’s pact mark. He’d be like a happy little puppy next to you, glad that you wanted to show him off proudly.

His own mark sat right on the upper back of his shoulder. He had more chances to show it off, especially when he went to workout with his shirt off. He knew a few demons would steal glances at him, and he couldn’t help the small smirk on his lips as he lifted up his weights, arms and shoulders flexing. It made the mark stand out, and he was proud to be wearing it.

Belphegor

You didn’t have a problem over wether your pact mark was easy to see or not. All that really mattered to you was that Belphie would see it, so finding a spot wasn’t too hard for you. As you turned to see yourself in the mirror, you admired the way the mark went down your spine.

It was rather long like Satan’s, so there weren’t many places you thought it would look right. But you were confident in your decision, liking the way it went down your body. You decided to purposely wear loose fitting clothes before making your way to Belphie’s room, excited for him to see the mark.

He had his arms wrapped around you from behind, your usual cuddling position. It was when he went to bury his face in your back when he noticed something looking as if it were sticking out of your shirt. His finger hooked onto the back of your shirt, pulling the clothe down enough to reveal the mark lining your back. And as soon as he saw it, he was all over you.

He smirked against your skin, placing kisses down your back as you chuckled at his touch. He pulled you closer against his chest when he was done, his chin going over your shoulder to whisper in your ear. He told you how good it looked on you, and how you must be totally obsessed with him. You just rolled your eyes, confirming how you were, in fact, totally obsessed with him. It was alright to let him be smug once in a while.

Hello dear readers! Here’s a nice feel good set of scenarios for you! Admittedly, I have a hard time taking the word “daddy” seriously, but I’ve heard it be used affectionately and thought it would be cute with the brothers! So I hope you guys enjoy this one! (I think it will become increasingly obvious I enjoy writing fluff content haha!)

Another thing I want to mention is that I will be leaving requests open for both headcanons and oneshots! If you guys would like to see something, please don’t hesitate to leave a request <3 With that out of the way, have a lovely read!

Lucifer

You were greeted with a familiar sight when you entered Lucifer's room. Hunched over, a hand massaging over his forehead as a pile of papers sat on his desk. Whatever Diavolo had assigned to him this week was surely getting to him, irritation written all over his face.

You walked over and placed a cup of coffee at his desk, gaining his attention. With a small smile, you rubbed at his shoulder. He knew he was doing that thing again where he was letting himself drown in his work, you scooted the coffee closer to him.

"Working hard, or hardly working?" You joked, and he just sighed at your dad like humor. He accepted the coffee, setting his pen down with a frown.

"I know I know, I must pace myself. But I didn't expect Diavolo to have piled so many requests so suddenly." As he sipped at the hot coffee, you moved to massaging at his back, watching his tense figure slowly loosen.

"Aw daddy, you gotta take care of yourself too, y'know?" Your words made him pause, you have called him many names, but not that one. He hummed, choosing not to embarrass you in this moment even though he very much could.

He concluded he quite liked the name you called him. He wanted to tease you, but he held it in. He settled with placing a kiss to your knuckles before you left him. He would surely tease you next time though.

Mammon

Sadly, you had not seen your precious demon since early morning. You were stuck with back to back classes, unable to socialize with most of the brothers really. It left you longing for his attention. That's why you scrambled your way out to the dining area for lunch to look for Mammon, wondering if he too missed you at all.

You spotted him easily among the other demons, chatting away with a few friends. He was probably going on about some wild story that half wasn't true, typical Mammon. Yet, the demons listened to him intently, offering praise. You decided to slip behind him quietly, going to wrap your arms around his shoulders and smiling against his cheek. He flinched in surprise, relieved to find out it was just you.

"Huh? Mc! What you doin here?!" But he was happy you found him, his hand going to clutch at your arm around him. You grinned wide, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

"I missed you daddy, classes were lame. As usual. I needed to see my favorite demon~" You cooed, purposefully teasing him in front of his friends that were now whistling and cheering him on. He went beet red, trying to pry you off him but it was a weak attempt.

"H-Hey! What are ya saying all of a sudden! This couldn't have waited?"

"No way." You give him another kiss, just to shut him up. He may be protesting against you now, but deep down he felt a swell of pride. He was yours, and it's like you were showing that off. In other words, he loved it.

Leviathan

It had been a lazy day of the week where you found yourself once again lounging in Levi's computer chair. He actually had gotten this one especially for you a while back, maximum comfort, you loved him for it. You were currently enjoying a bag of some chips as you watched him play a game you both have recently come to enjoy. It was pretty new, and he was running through the shop to see the available skins.

"This is the one you really liked, right? I'll get it for you! We can wear our new skins together next game!" He grinned widely, watching your eyes lighten up. He did this often, gifting you in game skins and such whenever you liked a certain character. It was just his way of showing you some affection. You reached over to pinch his chin with a thankful smile, a surprise peck on the lips that had him blushing.

"Aww, thanks daddy. I can't way to play with you!" You released his chin, slipping back into your chair and stuffing your face happily. But the poor guy had froze in his spot, replaying what you had just said in his mind over and over. What did you just call him? And why did he sort of like it?? Why was his face burning right now?

"I-I, Uhm-" He wasn't sure how to respond. You looked at him with worry, placing a hand on his knee to sooth him. Didn't you know how weak you made him? How much your words effected him? Maybe you didn't know...

"Is something wrong? You ok?" Your hand lightly shakes his knee, and he just stared down at his controller, eyes fluttering shut in embarrassment. Deep down, he wants you to say it again.

"N-No, it's nothing! Don't worry about it!"

Satan

You forced him to watch the movie Old Yeller. One about a dog and his relationship with a little boy during post civil war times. It was a book he had mentioned he enjoyed, so he was more than happy to join you. And he really thought he had been prepared, but when the dog had to be put down, he found his lips quivering by the end of the movie.

You knew Satan felt deeply, and he seemed to have such a connection to animals. It was a very sweet part of him you adored. When you turned to notice the tears streaming down his face, a hand coming up to cover his lips, you immediately pulled him into your arms. You couldn't help the small chuckle escape you from how innocent it was, he leaned his body into your chest while wiping at his eyes.

"It's ok daddy, it was just a movie. I'm sure the dog had a lot of treats after the shoot." You stroked through his hair, hearing him sniffle against you. He almost didn't even register what you had said, enjoying your comforting arms as you held him. He moved off your chest to look at you with an adorable frown.

"W-What did you call me?" He was shocked, but he didn't hate it. He's just never been called that before. You couldn't help but laugh as you passed him a tissue. He blowed his nose comically, eyes squinting curiously while you smiled at him.

"What's so funny?" He asked, feeling his face get warm. You shrugged innocently, wiping at the few remaining tears on his face. He was an emotional wreck, but he was your emotional wreck.

Asmodeus

Pet names were never uncommon between the two of you. He threw out words like they were for free on a daily basis, you wondered if he managed to forget your real name at some point. You always tried to give him new ones as well, seeing what worked for him and what didn't. That was your current dilemma as you branded the short strands of his hair, smiling as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"These braids look quite pretty on me, don't they Mc?" He was admiring your work, inspecting the colorful pins you had used to hold his hair in place. You pushed a strand of hair out of his face, pinning it back with the rest.

"Daddy, you always look so pretty." You assured him, and a small gasp left his lips. He pondered for a moment. Did he like it? Was it fitting for him? He's heard it before, but this was new coming from you! He pointed to himself with a question.

"Really? Does it work for me?" Oh Asmo, most things worked for you. But he was so used to your sweet nicknames, so this one came as a surprise to him. He was staring at you, and you couldn't help the small blush on your face.

"I think it does. Do you not like it?" You asked, running your fingers through his bangs. He thought about it again, leaning into the touch of your fingers. He finally smiled, a glint in his eye only you could discern.

"I do. Call me it again, Mc."

Beelzebub

It had been a very long workout session for the big guy. He found himself not only doing his own workout routine, but helping his fellow demons work out theirs. They looked up to him like a mentor, and Beel was always happy to be of service to someone. So of course, being the kind guy he was, he helped a few demons get their routine on track.

His large figure slumped through the kitchen, his stomach grumbling could be heard down the halls. His eyes wandered over to your figure, nose following the addicting scent that led him over to you. You looked up at him with a lopsided smile, reaching up to hold his face in your hands.

"Hey daddy, are you hungry? Big workout today?" He hummed softly, his arms ringing around your waist and pulling you closer. He blinked down at you, his face warming up a bit. Every time you used a nickname on him, he felt as if you were spoiling him. This was the same. He whined against your lips, giving you a small kiss in greeting.

"Yeah. They wouldn't leave me alone even though I was so hungry~" You laughed at him, patting his back with a small "there there." You knew he was happy to help even if he complained. Then you moved aside, showing him that you were surprising him with after - workout spaghetti and meatballs.

"You're the beeeest Mc." He pulled you back into his arms, basically clinging to you with all his might. It was a little hard to cook this way, but you could do it!

Belphegor

Waking up the demon was a difficult task, but you never backed down so easily. Even though he just looked too cute... cuddling close to you like that. You started off with light touches, poking at his cheeks and calling his name. He grumbled under his breath, his voice thick with sleep. You smiled as you watched him shift under the covers, trying to move your hand away from his face.

"Come on daddy~ you can wake up now. Classes start soon you know? We don't want Lucifer getting mad again." You cooed to him, your hands moving down to stroke his neck in effort to wake him up. He groaned again, but this time you can see his lips beginning to stretch in a smile. He pulled himself closer to you, burying his face into your chest. You started stroking your hands into his hair.

"I want to hear it again..." You could feel his lips move against your chest, and you stifled your laugh. You rolled your eyes, hugging his head as he decided to hide himself away.

"What? 'Daddy'?" You repeated above him, deciding to tease him further because he refused to get up.

This is usually one of my favorite scenarios to write, so I had a lot of fun with this one. It is primarily fluff, so I do hope you all enjoy the read, dear readers <3

Lucifer

The one thing Lucifer has taken from his younger brother Asmo, was that the occasional bath was a good relaxer. And boy did he need it once in a while. The first time it happened, he was surprised that you suggested a bath together. Little did he know he would come to enjoy sharing a bath you more often then not.

You expressed how much he needed it for his body after a long day work, so he obliged and filled the tub with hot water. He’d let you run your hands over his shoulders, massaging soap into them to rid of the knots in his back. He’d sigh and basically melt into your touch, sometimes letting his back fall against your chest.

These shared baths became your way of pampering him. You’d help clean his body, his hair. You gently rubbed at his face, tracing his jaw and nose. You massaged his temples and watch as his face muscles relaxed. Then you’d move down to his hands and massage at them as well, they have done a lot of hard work.

Lucifer would always end up looking at you with an adoring smile on his face. He realized that he finally had someone to take care of him. He’d always return the favor, massaging at your own knuckles and grinning at the way you puckered your lips for him. Of course he’d give you a kiss, silly…

Mammon

The first time you have ever showered with Mammon, you quickly learned how much of a water hog he was. He would squeeze next to you to clean himself, making you eventually move away altogether because it was a tight fit. He ends up shaking his head like a wet dog to dry himself, droplets of water hitting your face.

Ever since the first time, he pretty much began inviting himself in whenever. He'd come looking for you in your room, only to hear the water running, your voice humming the tune of some song as you suspected yourself to be alone. He'd barge into the bathroom, ripping his clothes off in a manner of seconds to join you, ignoring your complaints with a large grin on his face.

Again, he totally takes up the space under the shower head, laughing at the way you frowned at him, your body getting cold. When the teasing games were over, he pulled you by the arms closer to his body, letting the water run over you as well. He would give your lips a small kiss, a small blush on his cheeks but nothing major.

You let him wash your hair. It reminds him of when he used to help his younger brothers bathe. Then you did the same, watching how his white hair mixes in with the white bubbles building up on his head. He tried to kiss you again, but you scrub the soap out of his hair and some of it gets in his mouth. He complains but you make sure to give him that kiss he wanted after.

Leviathan

It had taken some time to get Levi to be comfortable showering with you, but when you finally got him to, it became one of his favorite things to do with you. Usually it would be night showers together, getting ready for a long night of movie binging or game marathons. He would let himself in first, patiently waiting for you to join him with a small blush on his face.

It doesn't matter how much times he's seen your body, he's still amazed and goes red in the face when he's faced with it. You always give him a sweet smile in response. His demon form always came out when he showered, the warm water feeling soothing and comforting against his skin. Levi always felt a deep happiness sharing such an intimate thing with you, watching as you ran a loofa over his scales.

They glimmered with pearl like colors, he was so beautiful. And you always made it a point to tell him that as you gently scrubbed away. He'd have trouble stopping the smile growing on his face, because his heart soared at every compliment you gave him. You battled his insecurities with iron fists, usually rising victorious. You handled his body with such care, and he couldn't help but pull you in to press a kiss to your damp hair.

He'd make sure to tell you that you were the beautiful one, and that he's so happy to be showering with you at all. Really, Levi worshipped you and your body, and it never failed to make you feel better about yourself. Every shower with Levi was intimate in the most loving way possible. It was just you and him, raw emotion and even some bit of confidence from Levi as he let you clean his tail.

Satan

While Satan was one for private showers, he never refused your offers. Like Levi, it may have taken a moment before you finally got him with you, but when you did, it almost became routine. He’d end up offering more himself before settling into bed for the night.

You’d always help him scrub at the parts that were harder for him to reach, like his back. He was adamant on getting himself clean, and always ended up having his body completely covered in soap suds. You’d laugh at him, and he would trap you in a hug, making the soap cling to your body. Now you both looked ridiculous.

He always helped you clean yourself as well, occasionally placing a kiss to your shoulder as he washed your back. You’d look back at him with a smile, and the next second he’s splashed in the face with some water, along with a challenging smile from you.

Showers always ended up playful with Satan. Small taunts at each other as you got yourselves clean. It was a rather innocent act of teasing each other, and you both would be laughing as your foreheads rest together under the water.

Asmodeus

This guy much preferred his weekly baths, and of course, he loved sharing them with you more than anything. His tub was big enough for the both of you to get comfortable in. The water was always warm and soapy, smelling of rose petals and something sweet. It created a nice and steamy atmosphere.

While you preferred your showers, you quickly began to fall into rhythm with his bath times. He’d share all of his bath products with you that you never heard of before, you’d never use your old human products again. He’d let you go through the phases of washing his hair so that it’d come out as smooth as possible.

He loved the feeling of your fingers spreading soap against his body. This is Asmo we are talking about, so he couldn’t help his hands linger just a little bit when he was helping you clean your body. All in innocent fashion though, and his touches were sweet.

Bath time usually took quite some time, but you both came out with skin so smooth, and smelling so fresh. You could get used to this for sure. He would help pat you dry, and apply lotion to your skin. This was definitely his way of spoiling you.

Beelzebub

At first, you were afraid that the two of you wouldn’t be able to fit in the shower together. Beel had a large build, so it might be cramped. You were pleasantly surprised to find that the entire bathroom was one big shower space. There was a small stool that sat in the middle, a towel hanging over it.

You’d let Beel take a seat, covering himself with the towel while you positioned yourself behind him. You took good time to clean through his hair, a smile growing on his face at the feeling of your fingers. He was happy that you wanted to help him get clean, feeling all warm and fuzzy at the domestic act.

You’d carefully pour warm water over him with a bucket you found, and he hummed at the feeling of it over his skin. He offered you his seat, but you’d refuse and tell him that you still wanted to help him get clean. Scrubbing the loofa over his stomach had him chuckling, and you did the same when you heard it grumble.

You yourself cleaned up directly under the shower head, Beel watching you with a smile as he scrubbed at the rest of his body. Then he’d get up from his seat and join you, giving you a big back hug and loving the sound of your laugh.

Belphegor

Lazy morning showers were his go to. Most days he couldn’t be bothered, but after showering with you he finds himself forcing his body out of bed in the morning. You’d always greet him with a smile and lead his tired figure over to the bathroom, helping him undress himself.

The first few minutes of the shower always started with you trying to help him wake up more. He’d have his arms hooked around your waist, your body against his as he leaned against the shower wall. The warm water would run down his skin, and it felt as though it were encouraging him to fall victim to sleep once again.

You’d gently peel him off the wall and began helping him clean up, starting with his hair. It was funny the way it fell over his eyes when it became damp. He asked why you were making fun of him, but it’s only a little teasing. You reminded him that he looked cute that way, and he’d puff out his cheeks, not quite believing you.

Lucifer

You learned quickly that this man slept like a log. No - he slept like he was dead. Really, you almost feared he wasn't breathing if it wasn't for the fact that you could feel his chest rise behind you. He almost always wanted to be the big spoon, it was comfy so you never minded.

A lot of the time you had to drag him with you if you wanted to sleep with him. He'd be working late hours into the night, way past curfew. You bribe him with pouted lips, a few whines, and when that didn't work you just dragged him from his seat altogether.

"Mc, this is ridiculous. I have to get through these by tomorrow." He complained, but he never really fought you off. He didn't really have it in him against your pleas. He would always lay with a smile, defeated with open arms as an invitation for you.

Wrapped in his blankets that were cool and silk, he caged your body against his. The only downside was that sometimes - ok, most times, he slept with his day clothes on. Seriously, even his shoes. You'd think the man at least had time to get dressed in proper sleepwear.

You would be like an old nagging couple. Urging him in sleepwear while he protested and said you should be happy he would be sleeping in the first place. Really, you two....

Mammon

Second most easiest person to sleep with. It was actually quite nice sharing nights with Mammon, his bed was plush and stocked full of variously shaped pillows. This man slept with a certain type of pillow for every section of his body. The long straight one between his legs, the big fluffy one under his head, the circle shaped pillow in his arms.

It's not that you two never cuddled to sleep, but most nights you both were sprawled out on the bed (it being the large bed it was) with various pillows supporting you both. You at least always made sure some part of your body was touching, like when he held your hand to his chest as sleep had overtaken him.

Always gives you a good night kiss, on the forehead, lips, cheek, anywhere really. He wanted to make sure you went to sleep with an "I love you" every night, even if it was a bad day for you both. You also always woke up to a kiss.

Speaking of waking up, that has to be the worst part of sleeping with Mammon. He's on a tight schedule. He'll be up, alarm ringing at 6 in the damn morning. He never apologized if he accidentally wakes you up as well, you never expected him to be an early riser, but time is money!

Sleep: 10/10. Mornings: -10/10. He wouldn't even spare you mercy as he blasted some music over his speakers, surely waking up everyone else as well. You figured it a small price to pay for having those lovely nights spent with him. But your patience is running thin, maybe if you suffocate him with a pillow he'll finally be quiet....

Leviathan

Your first time sleeping with Levi had made you realize why he slept in a bath tub. While you had previously found yourself wrapped tightly in his arms, his face buried deep into your neck and even his legs hooked over yours - you woke up to a complete mess.

You had been hit in the face a few times, had the blanket stolen from you, he even kicked your crotch on accident. You curled over in pain, effectively pushing him away. All he did was whine loudly, rolling his body over as you watched him helplessly hang over the edge of the bed.

"Oh, Levi..." you shook your head, attempting to pull him back into the bed. He'd usually wake up startled. Realizing what he had done and apologizing like a mad man. You always forgave him, a few kisses on the lips and everything was forgotten.

Now you join him in his personal bed space. He made sure to layer blankets to the bottom of the tub, adding in all your favorite plushies and making it look comfy for you. A tub, huh? Well, there's a first for everything.

He became shy when your bodies pushed together due to the tight space, but he ended up with a large smile on his face, chuckling sweetly when you cuddled into him. His blanket was large and puffy, it engulfed the both of you in its warmth, and you suddenly felt so small in this tiny space.

With no space to kick around and cause a scene, you awoke with Levi's arms still wrapped around you. It was like magic what the tub did for him.

Satan

You don't mind cuddling one bit. In fact, you loved it dearly. That is, until you find that you can't get yourself out of the koala hug Satan has you in, and you’re in desperate need of the restroom. If you even tried to move, his voice came out as a low grumble...

He promised time and time again that he would try not to cling to you too tight. Even becoming embarrassed with himself, but you just told him you found it cute. He would only get more flustered at your comment and wave you off.

"You're the only one who would think that, Mc..." It was adorable, really, he was like a cuddly cat. You could relish in this attention. The problem that poses itself, is that sometimes, cats tend to hate physical contact all together.

On those nights where he'd rather huddle in on himself, he'll be a total blanket hogger. Your pillow? No no honey, that's his pillow. You want to hold him in his sleep? He rolls over abruptly, almost falling off the bed in his attempt to pull away from you. He doesn't even realize he's doing it as he's half asleep.

"F-Fine! Be that way!" You end up bringing your own blankets with you most nights. You never know what you're going to get. But most nights than not, you have him completely wrapped around your body. Big spoon, little spoon, over the tummy, under?? You name it, you're his personal body pillow.

Asmodeus

Sleep preparation is a solid 10/10 with Asmo. Facials, hot showers, lotion and oils. You'll be all tidied up before setting foot in bed. Of course, this man is all over you. He'd kiss you to sleep if thats what you wanted, whispering sweet words into your ears that made you turn red.

He doesn't care what position you'd like to sleep in, as long as you're in each others arms, he's satisfied. Definition of giggling and kicking his feet when he's in bed with you. It's all nice and dandy, sleep will come very soon.

It would come even sooner if he'd actually shut his mouth for once. That's right, major sleep talker. Total overkill. He's having full on drama in his sleep and sometimes you can't help but listen. Other times you just beg to the angels above that he'd stop h talking.

He's out here revealing secrets left and right. He's talking about how he's the sexiest demon to exist. Other times, he's ranting about how you're a very close second place. And thats when he pulls you in tighter by instinct, his body already knows you're there. And you can't help but forgive him for all his sleep talk.

But when you don't, you contemplate shoving a pillow in his face to quiet him. Sometimes you do, and he wakes up to a pillow blocking the both of you like a brick wall. It's nothing personal Asmo, it's just business!

Beelzebub

The warmest, biggest hugs. His body may be rock hard, but somehow he's always soft to the touch. He loves having you lay on his stomach, full from a big hearty dinner. It's a comfortable weight on him, and it knocks him out every time. Other times he would just trap you in his arms, you never complained though.

Sleeping with Beel was always comfy. His blanket was huge to fit his body, so you always found yourself drowning in warmth. He sometimes even let you sleep in one of his large jackets. He loved the way it looked on you, and it was a one way ticket for good morning kisses.

But it's not always a good time. Not only does monstrous rumbles come from deep within his stomach at ungodly hours of the night, but this guy snores louder than the average dad. They are so loud that they even wake up Belphie, who always complains to you to shut him up. What were you supposed to do about it?!

The mix of his stomach and snoring can keep anyone awake at night. If his twin was having a hard time, expect yourself to be up for a few hours. You even opted to shoving your hand against his mouth a few times, he sucked it in so hard one time he almost choked, you never did it again.

He always apologized for the noises, a pout on his face and you couldn't help but smother him right then and there. The only solution you have currently is taking him to your room so as not to disturb Belphie....

Belphegor

By far, the easiest person to sleep with. His bed was practically made by angels. The softest comforter, the biggest pillows, silk sheets, furry blankets, you name it, he has it. Cuddling with him is so easy, you could just tangle yourself up in his arms and call it a day.

Lazy kisses were the way to go. He always snuggled his face close to yours, telling you "goodnight", even a "sweet dreams" if he was feeling extra nice. His tail would curl around you protectively, and you both would be out like a light switch within a few minutes.

You loved sleeping with Belphie, you really did. And the only downside was that now he wanted you to always sleep when he did. Sure, sleeping was nice, but you had a reputation to uphold. Assignments to finish, demons to make pacts with. And everytime, you'd find him trying to drag you back to bed with him.

He'd latch himself on your leg if he had to, and you'd be dragging this poor demon down the hall with you to your next class. You try to reason with him, and it all goes in one ear and out the other. He'd get petty with you, saying you don't love him anymore and lock himself in the attic.

(Angel) Mammon x (gn) Mc

Firstly, I’d love to thank all the love and comments from the first post, I’m glad you guys are enjoying Angel Mammon as I’m enjoying writing him. This oneshot is made in more of his perspective, I do hope you enjoy dear readers <3

Uh oh. It seems he's made a mistake.

For a couple of months now, all Mammon has had by his side was you. Everyday, it was you. From the minute you woke, a bright greeting smile on your face. Along with your "thank you" and "good morning" cheek kisses. Maybe even a hug if you were feeling especially thankful for his protection.

To when your head hit your pillow at night, wishing him good sleep even though he never slept. Instead, just staring at your features as they softened when you finally clocked out for the night. The occasional angelic barrier to block out evil presences, remember those evil demons he told you he fought off? Yeah, he wasn't lying. Your soul seemed to attract them plenty.

There was one particular bad night. He remembers it well, because it was a solid turning point in his career, is what he'd argue. A marking of when it all hit him, just how big of a mistake he's made.

It started off a simple night as usual. You had been overcome with sleep, Mammon occasionally stealing glances at your sleeping form. He couldn't help but smile to himself, you looked so comfortable. But that image was soon shattered to pieces.

You started off shifting uncomfortably in your sheets, a look twisted on your face to show your discomfort. He immediately noticed something was off. Something had managed to slip past his fingers that night. All his senses became alert when he noticed you pant in your sleep, you were completely engulfed in fear.

He sprung up from your bed, noticing the dark aura that surrounded your sleeping figure in that moment. He could hear small whimpers escape your lips, and sudden anger bubble in the pit of his stomach. The form of something grotesque and evil took shape above you. It was feeding off you. This filthy, vile creature.

“Hey, hands off my human. Piece of shit.” It was unseen, such fury from an angel. It even surprised himself, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. It was easy to dispel of the creature, and his anger only died down when he noticed your whimpering come to a stop. Your eyes cracking open with a distressed look on your face.

“M-Mammon!” He didn’t expect your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling down against your chest to be faced with your harsh breaths. He didn’t need to be looking at you to notice you were shedding tears below him. You had an iron grip on him as if he would disappear from your sight at any moment. He wasn’t going anywhere.

You tears may as well have been bullets shot at his heart, and he couldn’t stop himself from reciprocating your tight hug. His arms wrapped around your waist, slowly pulling you up from the bed. His hand cradled your head, his wings enclosed around your smaller figure. They weren’t the biggest, nor the thickest pair of wings. But they were arguably the warmest, and the softest.

“I got ya, I got ya…” It was as if his body was draining out your tears. You didn’t need to say anything for him to understand - he just knew. All the fear you were feeling, he was eating away at it. Your hold on him loosened, but you still refused to let go. You had him slowly falling against the bed with you the more your crying had come to a stop.

You pulled back only to look at him with puffy eyes. It was then right there that he knew he’d flip the earth upside down for you if it meant wiping that look off your face. He was rather angry with himself for missing such a powerful demon like that. He felt your hand caress his neck with care, your lip quivering as you struggled to get any words out.

“P-Please stay with me-” Your choked sob that followed had made him feel like he was laying on pins and needles. How dare you think he’d leave you? He was your guardian angel for Christ’s sake! He was not moving from this spot for the rest of the night, not until he sees that large smile on your face when you wish him good morning.

“I’m not goin anywhere, Mc… come here.” He pulled you against his chest, lightly shushing your last few tears as his nails scratched at your scalp. He could feel your racing heart against his chest, slowly falling back to its steady rhythm and calming his own nerves. You cling to him like your life depended on it, afraid to let yourself fall back to sleep in fear of another nightmare.

But his being was so comforting. It pulled you back to sleep almost instantly. And it was a deep sleep. Arguably one of the best rests you’ve had. There were no more nightmares to be had, for he had taken them all away. In his protective hold, quite literally nothing was able to disturb you.

And that next morning, when you woke up in his arms, watching him stare down at you intently, is when you flashed him that million - no - billion dollar smile. A sign that you were ok now. A small “Good morning, Great Mammon” against his chest. And all he could feel was his chest tighten, swell with not only pride, not only relief, but regrettably - love.

Not the love of a protector, no, this was far worse. Not the base line of love all angels had for humans. Mammon knew that type of love. He loved people. He loved humans, and he loved protecting said humans. It was his job, and he was happy to do it.

But not for you, and that was his grave mistake. It was a solid rule back in the celestial realm. He remembered back to when his father appointed him as a guardian angel. He was one of the most trusted, higher ranking angels there. He was given his choice of a certain human to guide.

He could have chose anyone, really, so he left it up to chance. That’s when he ended up with you. Mammon was over the moon, he was excited to be your leader. To have his own human to guide. This was every angel’s dream. They loved humans. But there was one rule that was expected to be followed by every angel.

“Our love for these beings is infinite. We will protect them even if it means at the expense of our own existence. But Mammon, I’m sure you are already aware. You must never fall in love with a human. You must never interfere with a life in such a way.”

Mammon didn’t think much of it, a part of him kind of believed he wouldn’t have been capable of actually falling in love with a human. Were angels really able to do that? He hasn’t heard of such for a very, very long time.

This whole idea he had in his head of the impossibility came crashing down to the floor the second he held you in his arms. He almost wishes he had never realized. Because now he knows. And he knows that he knows. He knows everything, and Mammon has broken that number one rule in all of the celestial realm.

“Mornin, Mc. Sleep good?” He pulled himself out of your hold, finding it suddenly to be one of the hardest things he’s ever done- if it were up to him, he’d stay there all day. And every day after.

“I gotta tell you, best sleep I’ve had in a long time.” You grinned ear to ear, and he found himself doing the same. You both sat up in your bed, you rose a brow at him. You wanted to spoil him just a little.

“You really are the Great Mammon. I couldn’t have gone to sleep without you. Thank you.” Then you gave him another kiss to his cheek, and he found himself following your lips when they pulled back. He looked down at the bed, his face had gone completely red. He could even feel his ears burning.

“Its no big deal…” He felt your hand come up to his hair, giving it a small tousle in thanks. His eyes were downcast, and he could feel dread in his body for what was to come.

Leviathan x (gn) Mc

Nsfw!/Soft themes because Levi is a sweetheart <3

Enjoy, dear readers~

It took a lot of encouragement and convincing, but you were successful in the end. Levi had warmed up to you enough to move further in his relationship with you.

So here you were, sat atop your bed with a blush settling on your cheeks. You decided your room would be better, considering he slept in a bath tub. You were patiently waiting as Levi worked up the courage so much as to hold you right now.

He paced back and forth in front of you, trying to calm his beating heart. He swears he could throw up from how nervous he was feeling, with you staring right at him. His face had gone completely red, you pitied him. You pushed yourself up from the bed, going to wrap your arms around his waist and watching him stop nervously in your hold.

"Hun, are you scared right now?" You asked carefully, your hands tracing soothing circles into his back. He looked at you with a nervous smile, his hands going to hold at your arms.

"Y-Yeah, a little. S-Sorry..." You smiled and gave a peck to his lips, pulling him just a bit closer.

"It's ok, I understand. Do you still want to do this? We can stop and forget about it if-"

"No! N-No... Sorry, I- I want to... I just..." His hand moved of to cover his mouth, and you kissed over it. Levi needed you to be understanding, so you were going to try your best.

"Ok. Do you want me to take the lead then?" He shyly kept eye contact with you, nodding and giving your arm a light squeeze. You smile as you guided him over to the bed, telling him to lay on his back under you.

If that just didn't make his heart beat faster he doesn't know what would. Seeing you hover above him with a lazy smirk on your lips almost made a sound escape him. He was still trying to push past the fact that you actually asked him to do this with you, his mind was against him.

Noticing the still nervous look on his face, you moved down to peck his lips. They were soft and always moved slowly with yours. You could hear his harsh breath from his nose. You mumbled against his lips.

"Don't be scared hun, I want to make you feel good." Your words caused him to whine against your mouth, and he hesitantly brought his arms to circle around your neck. This allowed you to deepen the kiss, your hands running over his sides and dipping under his clothes.

There was not much of a fight for dominance, him allowing your own tongue to lace around his, invade his mouth. His hands tangled in your hair, but they were afraid to do anything else. He was already becoming a panting mess below you, you only broke the kiss to let him breathe since you were afraid he forgot to.

You moved to lightly nip at his ear, pushing your lips close to give him a small whisper of "I love you." You could feel the way his whole body shivered at your voice, another weak whine escaping his lips. His demon form had come out within seconds of you doing so. You could suddenly feel the scales under your fingers, the sharp nails lightly digging into your head.

You moved back up to find Levi completely flushed again, moving to hide his face behind his hand out of embarrassment and insecurity. His demon form still surprised him to this day, so he wondered if it bothered you as well.

"I-I'm sorry- I... I-It's ugly right!" He instinctively moves his arms over his body, flattening his shirt so you couldn’t move under it. His teeth are biting his bottom lip, so hard you become concerned. You shake your head, pushing some hair out of his eyes and kissing him close to his lips.

"No, not at all. Levi, I love your body." It was then you quickly realized that praise was the way to go. His eyes were clouded but they perked up at your words. You let out a soft laugh and ran your hands down his arms. You sat yourself down on his body to move better, and heard the way his breath hitched.

"Come on, help me get this off." He obeyed you immediately, sitting up to help you remove his shirt, if only a bit reluctant. Feeling exposed, he wanted to cover himself again, but you gently pushed his hands down and eyed his chest, over his scales. A frown settled on his face as he watched you, but you looked back at him with a smirk.

"I happen to find you very sexy like this." Running your hands over his scales was the right move. He arched into your touch, feeling his body shake.

"R-Really?" You guided him back down against the mattress, your body rubbing up against his very obvious erection and making him whimper softly under you.

"Yes really. I love the way you react to my touch... You’re so good for me Leviathan." You moved back down to reach his ear, your hands coming up to stroke at his nipples and feeling his body jerk in surprise.

"Good boy..." You cooed at him, and he was sure his face couldn't get any redder. His body followed the way your fingers lightly pulled at his buds, and your voice was not helping. Every word of praise from your mouth allowed him to melt in your touch, slowly washing away his insecurities.

Your tongue licked over his nipple, swirling around the small bud and making him release a loud cry. His body was clearly over sensitive, but it was music to your ears. You grind your hips up against him while doing so, and his whimpers became desperate for you.

His tail, having a mind of its own, immediately went to wrap around your leg, keeping you in place on top of him. You couldn't help but chuckle against his chest, giving him one more lick before moving to kiss around his neck.

"I take it you're getting excited?" His tail tightened around you, and he whined at the feeling of your lips at his neck.

“Y-Yes- D-Don’t stop…” He whimpered under you, his hand finding it’s way back into your hair to lightly hold you. It seemed his neck was a sort of sweet spot, so you focused on there for a bit.

Your sweet kisses turn into small bites at his skin. The harsher you got with them the more you had him crying below you. An especially hard bite at his neck had him pushing up against you.

“A-Ahh! Oww…” He immediately covered his mouth in shock at his voice, almost glaring at you from what you just did. You just wanted to tease him a bit, no harm.

“Sorry sorry, i just can’t help myself right now.” You admit, feeling your own face grow warm. He moved his hand down, his lips quivering as he reached back up at you.

“K-Kiss me more… please…” He shyly demanded, with what little confidence he had. You obliged immediately, just happy you got him to initiate something. The kiss was something a lot rougher than what you previously shared. He panted against your lips, feeling his heart flutter when he heard your soft moans in his mouth.

His hips began steady movement, grinding your crotches against one another, his tail helping lead your hips down to meet his. You noticed fresh tears begin to appear in the corners of his eyes, and for a moment you feared you did something wrong. You lifted off his lips and furrowed your brows at him.

“Levi, I-”

“Don’t stop!” He whimpered out, looking at you with a now tear stained face. His face looked as if it were in agony, but really, he was so overcome with pleasure and love for you that he wasn’t sure how to process it all at once. You immediately went back down to meet his lips, feeling his teeth nip at yours desperately.

“Sorry.” You whispered against his lips, letting your hands trace the dip in his hips and pushing him up against you a bit more roughly.

“P-Please Mc… I-It’s not enough…” His begs came out as cries, his voice shaking and occasionally pausing so he could swallow down the lump in his throat. You gave him one last kiss before scooting yourself down his body, keeping eye contact with him as he watched you shyly.

Freeing him from the constraints of his pants was easy enough. He moaned at the cool air of the room hitting his erection. He wanted to shut his legs out of sudden embarrassment when your finger hooked onto his boxers, but you made sure to get his consent before doing anything.

“Y-Yeah…. Please…” It still made him want to fold into a tight little ball when you did so, eyeing how big he actually was. I mean, he was a demon after all. You eyes flashed over to his, your fingers tracing over the scales that sat above his waist.

He jerked up into your touch, and gasped out when he felt your hands trace over his cock with a smile. You were sure you could get him to come without doing much. Your fingers stroked at the tip, a smirk setting on your lips.

“Do you like it?” You asked, teasing at his slit as you ran your finger over. He cried out your name, wanting to push himself in your hands but you held him down. Your eyes wandered over to his tail that had long since let go of you.

Having sex with a demon was new to you too, maybe you could experiment a little. You don’t know exactly where you got the idea, but it had you reaching for his tail. His body froze momentarily, he watched you as you ran your thumb against the scales on his tail.

In a very erotic fashion, you pulled his tail to wrap around his own dick, smiling at the reaction he gave you. When you brushed it against his tip, he shamelessly came completely undone in your hands. It was both surprising, and unsurprising, watching him immediately pull away from you and hide his face in his hands.

Too much. That was way too much. He couldn’t go further from that point on. You had successfully got him to stop working. His tail moved to wrap around himself, as if it too were shy at whatever you had just done. You looked down at your hand, licking to get a good taste of him. He peeked an eye out between his fingers and immediately realized his mistake.

“W-Why are you tasting it!!” He cried, and you could hear him sniffling behind his hands. You only laughed and moved back closer to him, pulling him into your chest as he still covered his face.

(Angel) Mammon x (gn) Mc

I hope you enjoy this one, dear readers!

You had spent most of your day working at your part time job. They had called you in early, so it was a full shift this time. You had been daydreaming the whole time of when you could finally get home, fall into your bed face first.

It all seemed so lovely in your head, you had your whole night planned out for personal care and relaxation. What you didn't expect to happen, was for all those plans to be washed down the drain when you got home, coming face to face with someone you surely have never seen before.

It took you a second to process someone was there, standing in the middle of your room unannounced. When it did finally get through your brain, your eyes went wide and your first instinct was to scream. You just about almost did when said being hurriedly placed a hand over your mouth, effectively silencing you in your terror.

"H-Hey, none of that! There's no reason to be screamin! I'm not a bad guy, I swear!" You could feel your heart rate pick up at his words, breathing roughly through your nose as he tried to shush you. Your eyes wandered frantically over his figure, blinking in shock at what you were seeing.

He was close to ethereal, he was quite beautiful. You paused your struggling to get a good look at him. His hold against your mouth began to loosen when he realized you had stopped fighting back. You stood in awe, you could have believed you were dreaming.

It was like his skin was glowing, beautiful and bright. It's the only way you could describe it. He had these wings that just...

"W-what- Who are you?" Your voice trembled, not purely out of fear but of confusion. For some reason, his presence held more comfort rather than anything negative, and it was all confusing given the circumstances. He had a cheeky smile plastered on his face, the back of his hand traced over your forehead and down to your cheekbones. It gave a warmth you were unable to describe.

"Heh- I'm the great Mammon. Sent here by father himself." You've heard that name- somewhere. Or maybe you haven't, you're not too sure. Your mind was still playing catch up with what was currently happening.

"Don't be afraid. I came all the way down here for ya,  you should be grateful!" His voice didn't match his appearance, it was loud and harsh. Yet, his touches were soft and sweet. You gawked at him as his fingers traced your chin, finally leaving your face to rest at his hips.

"W-What is that supposed to mean? You know how this looks right? I come home, ready to just go to sleep early for once and- and there's a man in my room!" You argued, and he clicked his tongue at you. You crossed your arms back at him, the feeling of pettiness bubbling in you at his attitude.

"Ungrateful human, is that any way to talk to your guardian Angel!" Your what now? Your eyebrows rose at him in disbelief. Everything you have ever known in life to be possible, everything you wondered existed. You've come home to find none other than your guardian Angel standing in the middle of your room....

"... Wow, I need to go to bed." You huffed out, moving past him to place your lunchbox beside your bed. This Mammon guy gasped at your reaction, you wanted to laugh really, laugh and tell him to get out of your house. So why didn't you?

“Hey! Don’t ignore me human! This is like, a big big deal! I’m supposed to protect and guide ya and stuff! That’s what the big man said!” You couldn’t take anymore of this, and muffled the sounds of him with your pillow. Maybe if you try hard enough, you’ll wake up from this dream.

That was your first time meeting him.

It had become a daily occurrence to be greeted by his large grin every morning after. It was always the same, he sat at the edge of your bed, checking over his nails and fiddling with his fingers. The second he knew you were awake, he turned to you with a smile that could make anyone’s heart flutter.

“Finally awake? I warded off sooo many evil demons last night I tell ya! You wouldn’t believe!” You would just shake your head and laugh it off, but you always give him a kiss on the cheek and a small “thank you” after. He’ll always touch his cheek and blush at you, going on about how it was no big deal. Funny, he was the one who made it a big deal in the first place.

He hovered around you most places, apparently others couldn’t see him. You thought you might have looked silly talking to yourself at times. It could be annoying though, like currently. You had planned a trip to an arcade game night with a few friends, and the “Great Mammon” as he always reminds you decided to tag along.

Your eyes were fixated on the arcade machine in front of you, watching coins get pushed to the front. You seemed to have a good luck streak going, and were down to your last few game coins. Mammon watched closely beside you, eyeing your expression with a grin on his face.

“Be careful, don’t get greedy on me. Greed can be a dangerous thing and give ya a game over.” You swatted at his face to move away, your eyes rolling in slight annoyance. You looked at the machine again, thinking over his words and turning to him with furrowed brows.

“Think I should take my chances?” He thought for a second, his smile coming back and shrugging.

“Hell yeah, do it.” Needless to say, you ended with nothing. Greed really was dangerous. The night itself was a success though, and you happily started on your walk home with your angel beside you.

The street was dark, but the light that seemed to always emit from Mammon’s being illuminated the space around you. You still found it a bit funny now- and rather amazing, that he was there at all. You looked up at him with a curious expression that he mimicked to you with a tilt of his head.

“What’s up?” You smiled at his casual demeanor, shrugging as you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your sweater.

“Nothing. It’s just…. I don’t know. I think I’m starting to get used to it.”

“Used to what?”

“Used to you being here.” Peeking over at him, a shy blush appeared on his face as he took your words in. It all seemed so innocent. You wondered why you were so set on pushing him away in the first place.

“Yeah- well, ya better be gettin used to it! I’m gonna be here for a while!” Of course, he was your guardian angel after all. The thought of him leaving anytime soon now was a sort of…. sad.

“Yeah. I hope so.” You whisper to yourself, but he heard it. Loud and clear. The solemn look on your face made him feel something- something he’s not sure what to label.

With a small hum, he nudged his hand toward you in a question. You looked up to him, only to find him completely avoiding your gaze. You wanted to laugh, he could be very cute at times. But be careful there, don’t go falling for an angel.

Lucifer

He was going through another stack of papers at his desk, all the while listening to you go on about how difficult your day was. He was a good listener, and you appreciated him always lending his time. He understood the treatment you got for being a human among demons.

You couldn't help but sigh, leaning your cheek against your palm and looking to him with adoration in your eyes. "You know I really love you, right?" It was enough to get him to stop what he was doing, looking at you with bewilderment.

A small smile soon settled on his face though, and he took the time to return that lovely gaze right back to you. "Really? I guess the feeling seems to be mutual."

"I want to hear you say it." You always stood your ground with him, you were upfront and honest. Nobody but you would know in that moment his cheeks tinted with just a hint of pink.

"Really now, you must already know." He moved forward to take your hand is his, his thumb caressing over your knuckles.

"You are the most important person to me. I've never cared for someone as much as I do you." You stared at him, surprised he even went that far. A grin spread on your lips soon after.

"I still want to hear you say it."

Mammon

"That damn Lucifer! He hid it again! I ain't tryin to do nuthin Mc I swear! I got payed today!" He continued his complaints as he threw his head into his hands. Lucifer had caught him trying to sell some of his belongings again, he was in the middle of a transaction when his card was taken away.

"You're hopeless..." You sighed out, both rubbing his back and rubbing your temple from an oncoming headache.

"What?!" He cried out, and you almost felt embarrassed for the scene he was making. You went back to moving your hand up his spine, rubbing at his neck to comfort him.

"Hopeless, but I love that part of you too." You gave him a lopsided and tired smile. He just stared in shock at you for a good minute or two. How were you able to say what he always wanted to say so easily?

"I-Of course you do! I'm the Great Mammon after all! I- I...." And he couldn't even finish his sentence, burying his face in his hands again but now for the reason that he was hiding the way his face flushed at your words. It was hopelessly adorable.

Levi

This was it. He was so excited for you. Recently you had mentioned that one game you were beginning to get into, and he managed to get his hand on a early copy before it's release date! It was a small gift he had hidden away from you. Now all that was left was to present it.

He nervously made his way to your room, a slight jump to his step from how giddy he really was inside. Surely this would make for a good surprise! He knocked on your door in that special code you both had made for each other. He stepped back, watching you open the door with a large smile.

"Levi? What's up?" He told you to close your eyes, and the next second you opened them, you were face to face with your most recent obsession. You could honestly scream from how excited you were, but instead, you honestly couldn't help yourself and pulled Levi into a bone crushing hug.

"I love you so much!!" You yelled into his stomach, and you swore you could feel it flip at your words. His face burned a bright red, trying to peel you off him and looking at you like he can't believe you just said that.

"H-Huh?!!"

"I love you!" You yell louder, and wether you did it on purpose to embarrass him further or to repeat yourself, he's not sure.

Satan

It was another one of those days where you had asked Satan to help you with your studying. Words and phrases all jumbled up in your head, but he always helped you keep your patience and properly go through those words.

This time in particular, you were writing a book report on Pride and Prejudice, something like a little fun side task your class was having you do. You weren't like Satan who loved to read, so you appreciated the help. As you leaned over the table with your elbows, you let out a large sigh.

"What would I do without you?" You frowned, and Satan held in his laugh at your tiredness.

"Fail, I presume. Now focus." He tapped the paper below you, and you rolled your eyes. Nevertheless, you sat up straight again and grabbed your pencil, giving him a serious stare.

"You have bewitched me, body and soul. And I-"

"-I love you." He completed your sentence for you, you were stunned. More at the fact that you remembered the quote rather than him finishing it. He doesn't know his face was colored in a small blush, how cute.

"Darn, you beat me to it." You pointed a finger accusingly, and he only coughed to hide his embarrassment.

Asmodeus

He said it all the time. He said it too much. And yet, every time he said it, there was something empty in his words. Like those words were just for show, with no meaning. Yet, they still made you blush.

And you told him many times as well, but of course, he's not picking up what you're putting down. Surely he gets told this everyday. So you're trying again, more than the last time.

He was currently rambling about some gossip he overheard in class as you brushed through his hair. You only gave hummed responses, making sure to spread some oil throughout his curled locks. He smiled at the feeling of your fingers, letting himself fall back against your chest.

"Ahh, I love you Mc. You take care of me so well~" You smiled to yourself, setting the brush down.

"I love you too, Asmo."

"Of course you do, how can-" You've heard that a thousand times, you pulled his head back to look up at you, your brows bunching up together as you looked at him.

"No, Asmo. I really love you. Understand?"

Oh. It was rare to see him genuinely blush like that.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub sat diligently in his chair, watching you make another one of your human burgers. He loved the ones here in the devildom, but you promised him yours were just as good. He was putting a lot of trust into you with this one!

You carefully plated the burger, making sure to add some ketchup and mustard for him, Beel was never picky. You topped everything with a bun and set the plate down in front of him as if he were a judge, you were proud of your work.

"Down the hatch." Was all he said, before taking a large bite that almost had him inhaling the burger whole. You yelled at him to take it slow and actually taste your food, but he was barely listening as his cheeks were stuffed and his eyes fluttered shut in delight.

"Sho.... good..." He could barely speak with his mouth full, and you couldn't help but laugh heartily at his reaction."

"Gosh, I love you!" You moved to take your apron off, not noticing the way Beel was watching your back. He became shy at your comment, a blush reaching his ears. He would be smiling if his mouth wasn't full right now.

Belphegor

You were currently wrapped up in another blanket burrito with Belphie right beside you. He was facing you, you watched as his mouth slightly hung open. He always looked incredibly peaceful when sleeping.

You had another nightmare that night, so he invited you to sleep with him for the remainder of it in hopes that it provided you some comfort. And somehow, your dreams always did become better when you were around him.

You smiled to yourself, pushing loose strands of hair out of his face and admiring what you could make out of him in the dark room. You thought he was asleep, so you whispered more to yourself than him.

“I love you… so much.” What you didn’t expect was for that small smile to appear on his face right after, then you found yourself being engulfed in his arms, your face meeting his chest.